Author's Note: Okay, folks. This may be the last chapter for a long time. I am leaving on Thursday to go to the states for the rest of the summer. I'm going to L.A., and then Las Vegas, and then the Grand Canyon, and then Four Corners, and then Colorado Springs, and then Mt. Rushmore, and then I dunno, and then Boston. My parents then leave with my two younger sisters and get back here to England on the 11th of August, and I stay ten days with my grandparents in Rhode Island, and fly back on the 21st. They don't have a computer. I will be staying the night with two friends - one in Las Vegas, and another in Colorado Springs - but I dunno what typing I'll get done there. I haven't seen either of these friends in over a year since they moved from England, so we'll most likely be catching up on lost time. What I'm trying to say is this: I may not get a chance to update this story until school starts up again, which is August 28th this year, so please don't get disappointed with me. I will do my best to write what and when I can, but understand that the majority of my 35 days with my family will be in a car. There may be wi-fi at some of the hotels we stay at, but only my mother's laptop has it. And we have to pay. My parents may or may not let me get on just to update a fanfiction story. For some reason, it's not as important as spending time with your grandparents or family. sighs So please, forgive me, and I'll write as soon as I can!

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Chapter Twelve: Awakening

The first thing Sam saw when she woke up was the very worried face of Fred Bagginston staring at her as he kneeled on the floor. Before she could even move or say anything, he had jumped up and pulled her into an enormous hug.

"Uh, Fred?" she said hoarsly.

"I'm so sorry!" he whispered. "All of this is my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid and jealous, then you wouldn't have run off, and you wouldn't have been - "

A hand appeared on Fred's shoulder, cutting him off, and Sam followed the arm attached to it to see that it was Lord Elrond. "I need to check on Sam, please, Fred." Nodding, the boy quickly stepped away from her, and Elrond kneeled down in his place. "How do you feel?" he asked, looking intensely into her eyes.

Sam shrugged. "Tired." She replied truthfully. "And a bit sore."

"Did anything…happen?" Elrond question, his brow furrowing.

She caught his drift. "No. At least, nothing did before I passed out. One of them hit me in the back of my head with something hard…"

'I didn't see anything happening, Ada.' Elladan said softly in Elvish, so only Elrond would hear. 'It almost did, but we got there just in time to stop it.'

Elrond nodded and turned back to his patient. "Well, you look all right, save for a couple of bruises. Elynora did quite a nice job, don't you think?"

Sam nodded, looking around for whoever Elynora was. A dark-haired female Elf appeared in her line of sight. "You can call me Nora. Elynora just seems too formal." She insisted.

"Thanks for helping me." Sam said.

"Of course." Nora insisted. "It's my job. I'd be a poor Healer if I didn't help people."

"Can you move?" Elrond asked.

Carefully, Sam rolled onto her back, and then tried to lift herself into a sitting position. She struggled a little, and Elrond and Fred quickly helped her sit up. "It hurts." She managed to gasp after a moment. "I'm sore all over."

Elrond nodded, a slight smile playing across his lips. "Then you shall be fine." He assured her, and everyone in the room.

Sam looked around to see who was there. Everyone from New Zealand was gathered around her bed on chairs or on the floor. Fred himself actually sat on her bed. Elladan and Elrohir stood behind their father, who was now standing next to her bed. Nora was busy making something at a table a little ways away. And last, but not least, Glorfindel leaned against the wall by the doorway that led to the main hallway, and next to him stood an unfamiliar blonde-haired Elf, whose hair had just fallen into her face, and she was brushing it away impatiently.

Elrond followed her gaze. "That is the Lady Ancalimë." He informed her.

At the sound of her name, the Elf glanced up to see Sam and Elrond looking at her. She placed her hand to her heart. "Mae Govannen." She said politely. "I am glad to see that you are awake."

"Yeah, Sam!" a familiar voice said. Sam turned around just in time to see Hailey land on her bed. "We were pretty worried 'bout you, weren't we, guys?"

The group of teenagers nodded emphatically. "We were." John agreed.

"But you seemed to have managed all right." Leo said, coming over and ruffling her hair.

Sam smiled. "Thanks, you guys."

"Well," Elrond said, interrupting the conversation. "Now that Sam is awake, I suppose now is as good of a time as any to tell you what I originally wanted to tell you in my study."

The other Elves got the hint. Elynora quickly walked over to Sam and handed her an earthenware mug filled with tea. "Drink this slowly, and you will feel better, and the pain will leave you, if just for a little while." With that, she scurried out of the room and down the hallway, grabbing Ancalimë's arm as she passed her, dragging the blonde Elf with her.

Elladan and Elrohir bid their father farewell and hurried after the two of them, Elladan grabbing Ancalimë's hand before they disappeared. When their voices finally died down, Glorfindel nodded to his liege lord and said, "I'll be in my study.", before leaving the room with a swish of his robes.

Silence reigned for a moment before Elrond cleared his throat and finally spoke. (A/N: Wait….why would Elves need to clear their throats?) "All nine of you are probably wondering why you are here, am I right?" At this, there were nine nods and sounds of agreement. "Well, you were all summoned here."

"By whom?" Ginny asked, an "I knew it!" look on her face.

"By the Lady Galadriel and I." the Peredhil answered. "Though we believe there may have been some…dark…interference."

"What do you mean?" Hailey asked.

"We think that someone else was trying to get you to Arda, but not for the purpose that we intended." He explained. "Our magic managed to be stronger, but only just."

"And what purpose did you intend?" Beau asked. "Why would you want to summon us - " he waved at the other eight. "- here to Middle Earth?"

"Because all nine of you managed to prove yourselves with tests." Elrond answered. "You all answered questions in some sort of contest to get you where we needed you. And you all won them."

"We entered a radio contest to win tickets to the premiere in New Zealand." John said skeptically. "How did that prove ourselves?"

"You showed the Lady Galadriel and I what you know." He answered. "We couldn't just summon any nine."

"There are plenty of people who know just as much as we do about Tolkien's books." Merry pointed out. "What was so special about us that made you select us, out of those millions of people world wide?"

Elrond sighed, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair he had sat down in, and folded his hands in front of his face. "Because of who you nine are related to."

So...yeah...I hope you enjoy! R&R please! seriously...oh, and those three of you who called doug a poopie pants, lemmie know what kinda race ya wanna be...and review!

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